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Dec. 12th, 2011 12:30 pmTime doesn’t move for the ones we leave behind, does it? I keep thinking about Christmas. I can see my family sitting under the tree and opening gifts, but no one’s smiling. They’re just trying so hard to be happy, but they aren’t, because they think I’m dead. They don’t know I’m here, alive and well.
[He closes his eyes and takes in a deep, as if this hurts to think about.]
I need to know that isn’t happening; that they aren’t suffering without me while I’m stuck here.
[A sympathetic father crying out for his family. It sounds perfect, sad in tone with the correct amount of desperation. It’s easy because he feels it, on one level. He knows it’s what he should be thinking about, but it hasn’t been on the forefront of his mind.]
[He closes his eyes and takes in a deep, as if this hurts to think about.]
I need to know that isn’t happening; that they aren’t suffering without me while I’m stuck here.
[A sympathetic father crying out for his family. It sounds perfect, sad in tone with the correct amount of desperation. It’s easy because he feels it, on one level. He knows it’s what he should be thinking about, but it hasn’t been on the forefront of his mind.]
